The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resemblinga homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.

Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilmans guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, Are you full inside? Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilmans did the business for me.